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Dead Centre of Town

John Wesley Harding

Why We Fight

1992

I live in the dead centre of town
Where every landlord sailor comes to drown
Where great ideas extinguish without sound
And all my fickle friends

qu'Marseille est dead, est dead, dead
Centre ville, Marseille
Soudés sous un fusil sonore
Ça vient de Belsunce, Noailles, Opéra et la Plaine

Marseille

the motion of time
My mind flies
Quick four lies in view
I know I'm nothing on you
Dead centre of the real safe night with my vision blurred
A moth out

blessing, too
Maybe a dramatic accomplishment by this cold
War adversary was necessary to
Get us off our dead centres
And back to work again
If we can revive

while you whine I'm trying to get better
In the universe I'm dead centre
Spinning magic tricks like Penn and Teller
Jack be nimble Jack be quick
Truth is

a beat 
Don't lead a life of lazy glamour 
Pounding away with a ten ton hammer 
Guiding this rocket on a kamikaze flight 
I've got you dead centre in my

And it's mind control
Sex on the concrete
We're animals
Foaming and foaming
I'm a top-dead-centre MSD fireball
I'm nuclear fission in the middle of an atom

cares about designers but gold digga's
In life you wanna aim straight, yeah that's dead centre
If ya got problems with the ladies pay attention
If ya got

An ironhold broke in on itself
White lines around a dark and blinding sight
Lying dead centre, twisted and curled up
A blurred and empty silhouette

tonight

*C.Loco*
Never ever have I sold out or played out
I blast to the fore Dead centre I enter
I've come back for more Dangerous I am
If you try

a condition, and not conditional on your internal questions
In our teens or fourties, story is the same
Dead centre in your sight, but never in the frame
Barbara

you're aiming dead centre

You always wanted more
More than you had before
Same old 3 damn minutes
Something 'bout winners all working on their campaign

Scram

Freddie Foxxx

The Magnificent

2002

soul reaching
Bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest like

Scram

Freddie Foxxx

The Magnificent

2002

soul reaching
Bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest like

growing weaker
I said Lord I'm growing old

And I'm walking through the valley of the dead
At the centre of a battle up ahead
And I feel like I'm a baby by

me when to go
Making it safe while I'm crossing the road

Whooo
Whooo

With you around there's nothing to fear
Your dbs check it came back clear
Dead

hard and I hit it dead
dead in the centre, knocked it out of the park...

	you can't hit that with a baseball bat
	you can't hit back with a baseball bat

You were fruit which tasted so sweet 
I ate right down to the part that was dark, black, dead at the centre 
That's when the elephant came along, it's

I was sixty four metres from you
In the wardrobe, about to head home
Dead in the centre of passivity
Your party's still in full swing
Music

Yo, look
Yo, let me position myself properly
Centre, dead on, come on, ay look
Niggas never know about the things I be on
I just want to shine like

your nose
Out of my shit, if you didn't then bro
you can go find you a life, cos I can not always be dead in the centre of yours
Got my priorities right,

Illumination

Broadcast

Extended Play Two

2000

you forget me

I'll kill that weed somehow
Inside I speak for now
Before the centre's down

Now, the dead who walk in dreams
Point south to where

Validation
Verse 1: 
Headlights of my car 
Burning holes into the dark 
Stripping me of my peripheral vision

Dead-focused on the centre, loosing

All of you fuckers, FAKE FAKE FAKE
All you bitches FAKE FAKE FAKE
All of you bitches fake it till you dead
6 Shots in the centre of ye head
Now that